Did not truly see her

the temptress night before

Only moved to erotic music

brushed against her perfect form

swallowed copious liquid lust

as did a lovely sounding she

Lying on her curvaceous side

Pulled back sheet reveal

unearthly wonderment

Gaze and you worship a goddess

Face is seductively pure

As auburn tendril caress it

One could make a life

Between her supple breasts

And she’s in your bed

Quietly weep, because you know

Such a creature can’t be yours

Void of words, she is love

 

 

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